It is time once again for me to examine exactly which route to explore within the scope of professional endeavors. I have for years, labored through the ever present reality of striving to be a working drummer in an overly mediocre and saturated musical environment. Yes, I have had both successes and failure upon any attempt to display a creative spark, however, in times of fatherhood and rising economic constraints, my professional time and patience is waning rapidly. Where are the bohemian lovers of art? Where are the happenings and fruitful relationships developed within urgently and painfully creative artists. This idea of urban restriction to the proliferation of art I can not acccept. Not with the histories of individuals like Archie Shepp and Maxfield Parrish, Phish and Strangefolk, all eminating from the depths of green mountains and farmland. I refuse to submit to urban constraints in order to persue the inherant in mankind: that desire and importance to manifest, provide and exude beauty and dwell within it in all manners of existance. From here I go toward creation and seek to emulate the wonder of sound in motion. I seek the like and unlike minded for ballance and posture. I call those who would, as I, place their souls in front of themselves and say honestly " I give me. "

Much love.
-Trav